Out of Winter

Martha Williams


The ground is soft under my feet again and
My whole body is humming with the vibration of skunk weed 
& fiddlehead
Waiting to push through.

My heart is softening, too, as
Memories are re-knit with the coarse threads of lost love 
& fiddle dee dee
Waiting to push through
And be transformed in the light of day.

I wear my resilience like a soft, green moss--
Cooling and comforting, musky and of the rich earth that is 
Fed by miraculous layers of birth and death, love and loss recycled.
It is waiting to push through 
With brilliant grace and bright, good fortune.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.